Love

Love is beautiful madness

An insane projection

That takes over your

Mind and body

Numbing your senses

Until you wake up

After a few years

With a family

That can transfer

The madness into

The unforeseeable future

The Love That Never Was

Seasoned madness

In lonely places

That is hidden from

The public

Your madness

Is the only true guarantee

That we will never meet

And you will not even notice

What you missed

An Empty Wall Of Thoughts

Since a long time

I live hidden

In the mountain

Surrounded by blind people

Busy with themselves

And others not noticing

Me more than my body and presence

The tower is damp and cold

I am a bitter old man

Writing and thinking

Finding little joy in life

While the battle for survival

Goes on in the valley

Few will ever read my thoughts

Long after I am gone

Only the flowers will

In their own way

Enjoy me and my ash

Very well worth

it the price of a great price for a great price

Gone behind the lines

On the other side

The Best Thing

Madness comes in many

Shapes and forms

It is always something

New to be discovered

Maybe encyclopedic knowledge

Is one of them or

Narcissistic women busy

With being victim of

Every man in this world

And the next

Looking into the problem

Finding no solution

The best thing

Starting Point

There are many forms of madness

As well as a great variation of wisdom

We never know where to start

Confusion is the gift of the Creator

It is even harder to know where to stop

Middle of Madness

To be creative is painful

It takes time and there are

Long periods of procrastination

So here we are again

A manic stroke in end of May

When the lights is on the whole night

And people getting crazy

Nervous and filled with desire

The mind is turning, round, round all the time

Feeling bad and lost

Still so creative

How I love this feeling

Still hate it

Cannot find word

These last days has been like that

Loss of words